Chapter 592

By the time they stepped out of the room, the situation was already under control. Dozens of waiters were working hard to clean up the mess in the corridor. When they saw Anderson coming out, they made way for him in unison. "Careful on your way out, Mr. Barlow." Anderson left while looking straight ahead, and when he reached the elevator, someone pressed the button for him. As he stepped into the elevator, he heard Gregory's furious voice and the sound of someone being slapped. The elevator doors closed at that precise moment. "Anderson, I knew you wouldn't leave me there to die. I would've been in prison by now if it weren't for you." As they walked outside, Anderson didn't bother to speak with Orson. Assuming that Anderson was upset, Orson went into the driver's seat. "Anderson, it's snowing now, so the road is going to be slippery. I'm good at driving, so let me drive." Shane turned him down. "Mr. Orson, driving isn't a game. If you wish to repay your debt to Mr. Anderson,